Oaths
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Her best friend stopped what she was doing and looked straight at Jazz, her mouth filled with blood, dripping down the corners of her mouth, skin so pale, her eyes an ethereal shade of amber. Natasha, her supposed to be dead friend, smiled evilly, standing up, she opened her arms wide. "Jazzlyne, my dear, dear friend. How are you?" This is a story that was formed in my dream. credits to my friend @Dragonsnake- for helping me write and edit this thing
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I stared at her with hate in my eyes. “Darling, why are you being so quiet? I heard you loud and clear in there a second ago" she giggled while I growled under my breath. “What the hell are you doing here, you psychotic bitch" Chelsea snapped from behind me. The tension was suffocating as Chelsea balled her fist up as if she wanted to preform her own plastic procedure on Lana. “Awe look, it’s my little cousins friend" she grinned when I winced. “Your friend is a freak that deserves to die.” Chelsea looked hurt for a split second before she began to once again maintain a strong appearance.

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